Lovely Jade

I feel alone in the night
Not listened to anytime.
Whether my voice is a whisper
or a loud cry,
...

A saguaro flower spreads its
wings heaven-bound
against a dark abyss.
Two luminary eyes
peering...

Agapanthus…
What an inspired name for an invader,
Brought into our gardens by invitation.
Out o...

Washed pebbles on the beach,
waiting to turn to sand.
As of heaven GOD, a pelican
let us slip thr...

It's that green and red
Wood that stands alone
In a group of loners
Shaking the leaves
On the s...

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The stem of pure thought wilts,
overwhelmed by a cacophony
of white noise; a virtual barr...

August 30, 2003

The heavens are never more
Vivid as when shining
on a dark place and leave
n...

The dance of life...so beautiful
Sweet memories we make
In morning unabandoned
Then we waltz at t...

I am born again with my son,
(he of the WIDE-eyed wonder)
and the world unfolds anew
I learn to ...

Pale dissatisfactions block the sides,
and I see watery eyes under their curtains,
trapped in chan...

Years ago, as I stood in your kitchen
in green neon socks and first bra bravado
I did not care tha...

Garden grandes dames and sun kings
Stained glass patterns quiver
like parchment paper slivers,
an...

On the dunes of this Kuwaiti desert
Parched by years of greed and conflict
The north-easterlies we...

It was just us in our kingdom.
A simple courtyard of cool green grass
encircled by cream colored c...

I watched the sun
with its wings of gold
paint the tops
of the drying hills
so that every grass
...

Let me be a footbridge in your garden
bend my spine over the hazel waters
fraught with blinking ey...

She stirs the concoction,
licks stewy broth from the spoon.
It is missing something.
She lurches ...

north Portland,
on a sleepy see-saw evening
at the highway's edge and people
are nothing but d...

In Barcelona, women hang
their laundry out to dry.
Bright-colored dresses, shirts
pinned next to ...

She misused her subway map, crinkling
the crisp folds to form unrecognizable gutters and
side alle...

On your knee, in the lamplight
dipping buttered toast in your coffee,
I hear the hush of the silen...

I slump into the hollows of my sofa as
The folds of my bathrobe
Mirror the folds of my skin
I gre...

I found one of your hairs
on my blue-hooded sweatshirt
the other day.
I thought it was mine, at f...

There was time
when our joined bodies
looked like a map
of New York City.
Arms and legs
int...

There is a boy in a
tub with red sails unfurled
riding the wind-tossed
waves of some discontent
...